abortion
Saturday, April 22, 2006
6:46 PM
Month OneMommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all
my
organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every
time
I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound
of
your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my
thumb. If
you could see me, you could definitely tell that I
am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive
outside
my home though. It is so nice and warm in
here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a boy!! I hope that
makes you happy. I always want you to be
happy.
I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad.
It
makes me sad too, and I cry with you even
though
you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very
short
and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a
lot of
my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl
my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and
legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied
to
you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby
Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy,
what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him.
He
seems cold and heartless. Something is
intruding
my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy
what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I
can't
get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!
Month Seven
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is
holding me. He told me about abortion. Why
didn't
you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
OMG! so sad!!! never abort!!!
K-LOVE
notsoSUNNILY and one of these days when i go berserk,
you better hope that i don't have a knife with me.